David Bowie《Young Americans》歌曲信息
歌名：Young Americans
歌手：David Bowie
專輯：The Best of David Bowie 1974-1979
David Bowie《Young Americans》文本歌詞
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,
They pulled in just behind the fridge,
he lays he down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there,
she took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her no-where
Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but
Scanning life through the picture window,
she finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,
misses a step and cuts his hand. But
showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papas' heroes gone?"
All the way from Washington,
her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years,
do we have to die for the fifty more?", had
Do you remember
your President Nixon?
Do you remember
the bills you have to pay,
or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto
'bout leather, leather everywhere, and
not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
in case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,
blushing at all the afro-Sheila's
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,
her heart's been broken just like you have
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train
Mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?, and
Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?, and
Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
David Bowie《Young Americans》LRC歌詞
[ti:Young Americans]
[ar:David Bowie]
[la:uk]
[00:27.00]They pulled in just behind the fridge,
[00:29.00]he lays he down, he frowns
[00:32.00]"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
[00:37.00]He kissed her then and there,
[00:40.00]she took his ring, took his babies
[00:43.00]It took him minutes, took her no-where
[00:47.00]Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but
[01:29.00][00:49.00][All night]
[01:32.00][00:52.00]
[01:40.00][01:00.00][All right]
[01:43.00][01:04.00]
[01:07.00]Scanning life through the picture window,
[01:09.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] she finds the slinky vagabond
[01:11.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but
[01:15.00]Heaven forbid, she take anything
[01:18.00]But the freak, and his type, all for nothing,
[01:20.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] misses a step and cuts his hand. But
[01:22.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song
[01:23.00]She cries "Where have all Papas' heroes gone?"
[01:47.00]All the way from Washington,
[01:48.00]her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
[01:52.00]"We live for just these twenty years,
[01:54.00]do we have to die for the fifty more?", had
[01:57.00][All night]
[02:00.00]
[02:08.00][All right]
[02:12.00]
[02:26.00]Do you remember
[02:29.00]your President Nixon?
[02:30.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] Do you remember
[02:34.00]the bills you have to pay,
[02:36.00]or even yesterday?
[02:52.00]Have you have been an un-American?
[02:54.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] Just you and your idol singing falsetto
[02:57.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] 'bout leather, leather everywhere, and
[03:00.00]not a myth left from the ghetto
[03:03.00]Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
[03:05.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] in case, just in case of depression?
[03:08.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors,
[03:11.00]blushing at all the afro-Sheila's
[03:14.00]Ain't that close to love?
[03:16.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, ain't that poster love?
[03:18.00][Doo-doo-doo-woo] Well, it ain't that Barbie doll,
[03:23.00]her heart's been broken just like you have
[03:27.00][All night]
[03:30.00]
[03:37.00][All right]
[03:42.00]
[03:43.00]You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
[03:45.00]A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
[03:48.00]Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train
[03:51.00]Mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache
[03:54.00][I heard the news today, oh boy]
[03:58.00]I got a suite and you got defeat
[03:59.00]Ain't there a man you can say no more?, and
[04:03.00]Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?, and
[04:05.00]Ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
[04:08.00]Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
[04:11.00]Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
[04:13.00]Ain't there one damn song that can make me
[04:17.00]break down and cry?
[04:44.00][04:22.00][All night]
[04:49.00][04:25.00]
[04:55.00][04:35.00][All right]
[05:00.00][04:38.00]
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